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https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16158#0055
A PASTORAL COMEDY, si
Madge. A Witch'. -how had ye patience this to
bear,
And leave him een to see, or Uiggs to hear ?
Maufe. Auld withe.r'd hands, and feeble joints like
mine,
Obliges folk resentment to decline,
Till aft 'tis seen, when vigour fails, then we
With cunning can the lack of pith supply:
Thus I put aft revenge till it was dark.
Syne bad him came, and we should gang to warkj
I'm sure he'll keep his try st; and I came here
To seek your help, that we the fool may fear.
Madge. Andspecial sport we'll have as I protest*
Ye'll be the witch, and 1 /hall play the ghaist.
A linnen sheet wond round me like ane dead,
I'llcawk my face, and grane and {hake my head.
We'll sseg himsae, he'll mint nae mair to gang
A, conjuring, to do a lashe vvrang.
- Mause. Then let us go, for see, 'tis hard on night,
The westiin cloud shines with the setcing light. [Extu4i,
SCENE II.
Prologue.
When birds begin to nod upon the bough.
And thtQreen sw air d grows damp with salling dew,
While good Sir William is to reft retir'd,
Tkegentle ssbepherd, tenderly inspir'd,
Walks throw the broom with Roger ever-leel,
To meet, to comfort Meg, andtak sareml.
"Roger. TIITOW! but I'm cadgie, and my heart
VV lowps light;
O Mr. Patrick, ay your thoughts were right:
Sure gentle-fowk are farrer seen than we,
That nathing ha'e to brag of pedigree.
My Jenny now, wha brak my heart thismowi,
Is perfect yielding—sweet—and nae mair scorn.
C 1 Isfak
Madge. A Witch'. -how had ye patience this to
bear,
And leave him een to see, or Uiggs to hear ?
Maufe. Auld withe.r'd hands, and feeble joints like
mine,
Obliges folk resentment to decline,
Till aft 'tis seen, when vigour fails, then we
With cunning can the lack of pith supply:
Thus I put aft revenge till it was dark.
Syne bad him came, and we should gang to warkj
I'm sure he'll keep his try st; and I came here
To seek your help, that we the fool may fear.
Madge. Andspecial sport we'll have as I protest*
Ye'll be the witch, and 1 /hall play the ghaist.
A linnen sheet wond round me like ane dead,
I'llcawk my face, and grane and {hake my head.
We'll sseg himsae, he'll mint nae mair to gang
A, conjuring, to do a lashe vvrang.
- Mause. Then let us go, for see, 'tis hard on night,
The westiin cloud shines with the setcing light. [Extu4i,
SCENE II.
Prologue.
When birds begin to nod upon the bough.
And thtQreen sw air d grows damp with salling dew,
While good Sir William is to reft retir'd,
Tkegentle ssbepherd, tenderly inspir'd,
Walks throw the broom with Roger ever-leel,
To meet, to comfort Meg, andtak sareml.
"Roger. TIITOW! but I'm cadgie, and my heart
VV lowps light;
O Mr. Patrick, ay your thoughts were right:
Sure gentle-fowk are farrer seen than we,
That nathing ha'e to brag of pedigree.
My Jenny now, wha brak my heart thismowi,
Is perfect yielding—sweet—and nae mair scorn.
C 1 Isfak